November 26, 2013

e-Book Giveaway - Tina Susedik

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Welcome to Cheryl’s place! I’m thrilled to have you here.

Thank you, Cheryl, I'm excited about being here.
Please tell us a little about yourself.  I live in the country in Northern Wisconsin with my husband of forty years. My two children have made me a grandmother of five, a job I love.
What is your favorite pastime, other than writing?  I enjoy so many things. Most of them involved the outdoors, biking, hiking, camping, snowshoeing, gardening. When I'm stuck indoors in the winter I enjoy putting together puzzles, scrapbooking (I'm doing one for each grandchild and am way, way behind) and of course, reading.
When did you first get the writing bug? That's a tough questio.. I've always had stories floating through my head. I wrote my first children's story about twenty-five years ago and my first romance in 1996. I also research and write books on local history.
Any advice for new writers just starting out? This is something I tell my grandchildren when they try something new: "Never give up. Never give up." We actually make a song about it. If writing is something you dream of doing, don't dream, do. Find time, even if it's ten minutes a day, to write. Those ten, fifteen or twenty minutes a day add up.

Set writing goals. They're your goals so they can be as big or little as you want. Treat yourself when you reach that goal.

Don't worry about creating the best possible first draft. Just write the story and edit later. Typing "The End" on a story is a heady feeling.

What genre or genres do you write? Contemporary mystery is what I'm published in. I've also written an historical time travel.
Tell us about your latest release(s)? (If you have any snippets of great reviews you’d like included, here would be a good spot.) "Riding for Love" was released in May of this year. As high school sweethearts, a couple is inseparable until he leaves for college and ruins their relationship. Years later he returns to his hometown to find his old girlfriend running a horse ranch. He realizes his feelings for her are as strong as they were years before and decides to take riding lessons to be closer to her. There is only one problem - he's petrified of horses. Can he overcome his fear? Can she forgive him? Together can they solve the mystery of what is happening on her ranch?

Please share an excerpt of your book!
Eve pulled her hand out of his. Man, the nerve of the man. “That is none of your damn business, Denton Johanson. You’re here to learn to ride a horse and nothing more.” She turned around and eyed the barn. “Besides getting me angry, all this gabbing has put us behind everyone else. Let’s get to work.”
Getting back on track was easier said than done. Thinking about Dent’s sense of humor, his gorgeous face, fantastic body, all the things distracting her since he came back to town needed to end. Fitting his helmet and the brief touches to his face were difficult. If she wasn’t careful, she’d let her impulses take over and plant a big one on his lips.
“The first thing you’re going to do is get to know your horse. I’m going to show you how to lead her.”
Eve opened the stall door and crooned to the mare. “Hi, girl. Look who’s here.” She turned to Denton, who hung back on the other side of the door. “C’mon, chicken. She won’t bite. Once we go outside, remember to approach a horse from the front or side where she can see you. Move slowly and quietly so you don’t startle her.”
“Slowly, quietly, don’t startle,” he muttered under his breath.
Eve smiled as he repeated her lessons. “Here, run your hand down her nose and under her muzzle.”
Denton didn’t respond, so Eve took his hand and moved it over the horse’s soft nose.
“Do I give her a treat or something, since she didn’t bite?”
Eve laughed, hoping to ease his nervousness. Tremors ran through him when she took his hand. The man was a total wreck. “No. You don’t want your horse to think you’ll give her a treat every time you come near her.” She moved Denton’s hand over Della’s forelock, down her neck, to her shoulder. “If you ever forget, she might become frustrated and try to bite.”
“Hell.” His voice quivered. “No treats. Can I take notes?”
“You’re doing well, Denton.” With her hand over his, guiding it over the horse, she felt him relax. “Talk to Della in soft, low tones. Don’t worry if she nods her head up and down, but if she rolls her eyes, step back.”
Denton’s hand trembled under hers. Not only did she not want him to startle Della, but the touch of his large, warm hand under hers sent messages from her brain clear down to her toes. Ones telling her maybe she should reconsider being angry. Damn. She needed to keep her mind on her job.
“Della is a mild-mannered horse. She’s used to having different people handle her, but even the tamest horse can become riled if startled. I’m giving you more of a general warning, so if you come in contact with someone else’s horse and any of these signs happen, you can protect yourself and Della.”
“Not going to happen,” Denton said. “I plan on sticking to Della like an accountant to his chair during tax season. Do you have any glue we can put in the saddle to keep me on?”
Eve smiled at his joke, but the fear in his eyes told her he wasn’t completely joking. Teaching Denton to ride was going to be a challenge. “Okay, keep running your hands down her withers and over her back. Horses love to be rubbed, like a massage for humans. Feel her relax?”
“Can I have a massage?” He never took his eyes from Della.
“Funny, Dent.” She removed her hand from his and stepped away. Oh, lord, now she had visions of running her hands down his back, easing his tense muscles. Stop. Mind back on the job. “Now I’m going to attach the rope and we’ll lead her out of the stall. Once we’ve led her around a bit, we’ll come back here and the real work will begin.”
You can purchase "Riding for Love" at:  

What’s your current WIP? I'm currently working on another contemporary mystery. It started out as a straight contemporary romance, but I'm re-writing to add mystery elements.

Do you prefer your men in boxers, briefs, or commando? Depends. If he's wandering around the house or relaxing - boxers. When the light goes out - commando.
And finally, where can we stalk you? 

Twitter: @tina susedik
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November 19, 2013

E-Book Giveaway-Please Give a Warm Welcome to J.J. Devine

Welcome to Cheryl’s place! I’m thrilled to have you here. Thank you for hosting me today, 

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Please tell us a little about yourself. I write under the pseudo J.J. Devine. When my youngest son was a year old I began trying my hand at historical romance, perfecting my craft for the next sixteen years. A few years ago I added my love of vampires and witches to the mix and took on writing paranormal romance as well. I’ve been married for 28 years to my truck driving husband. We raised three children and now we are enjoying the rewards of grandchildren. I’m a dog lover and enjoy sharing our home with a wonderful, one year old, over-grown, husky mix, and yes, he has his own chair in the living room and will take up most of the bed if you let him.

What is your favorite pastime, other than writing? One of my favorite pastimes is being a grandma. I love running around the yard with the grandkids. Hanging out on the ‘grandma raft’ in the pool with them. Teaching them to plant and harvest the garden. Taking them camping, fishing, and letting the seven year old grandson teach me to kayak or letting the five year old granddaughter do my hair and makeup, or reading a book to my two year old granddaughter before I head out to work. I guess you could say next to being an author my next favorite thing in life is being a grandma.

When did you first get the writing bug? I got the writing bug way back when I was in junior high and high school. I loved writing short stories, poems, and songs back in those days. Then I got married and started having children and put my love of music and writing on the back burner. Eighteen years ago I picked back up my love of writing and my fingers have been locked to a keyboard ever since.

Any advice for new writers just starting out? If you want to write and be an author, then start writing. Don’t fret over whether or not it is        good enough, or if you have talent, or if anyone would want to read what you have to write about. JUST START WRITING!!! Nobody is going to do it for you.

I was very fortunate growing up to have role models in my grandmothers. One waited until her children were grown and she had become a grandmother six times over before she went back to school, got her GED, then went on to nursing school and became an LPN. The day my grandfather retired she began her career. My other grandmother spent her entire life working hard, smiling through life’s troubles, and leaving her mark on the hearts of her grandchildren. These two amazing women proved to me that you are never too old to chase a dream, be who you are meant to be, or follow your heart. Life will knock you down, but I am here to tell you, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and get back at it. Dreams are meant to be chased, BUT the chase isn’t always meant to be easy.

What genre or genres do you write? I write historical and paranormal romance. I adore the old west and Native American history. My darker side enjoys the realms of vampires and witches. I love strong heroines, and heroes that cannot get enough of their women. Their happily ever after is always paved with roads full of twists and turns.

Tell us about your latest release(s) The Cheyenne Bride came out October 2012 in ebook and September 2013 in paperback. 

Here is what some people are saying about my first published work:

Fascinating and enthralling story

Hooked with one look

Kept me up way past my bedtime!

Emotionally Charged

Sizzling romantic tension against a frontier backdrop

I also have a short story in A Soulmate for Christmas, A Vampire for Yule. An anthology put out by Soul Mate Publishing November 2012. It was a great experience and a lot of fun to write.

Here are what people are saying about A Soulmate for Christmas:

A sweet, sexy, playful holiday read

This anthology has fabulous stories. I loved all of them.

Awesome, Definitely worth the download!

A Soulmate for Christmas is a delightful holiday read. Each story is well crafted and enjoyable. I strongly recommend a cup of hot chocolate or tea, and this book after a long day of last minute shopping.

My paranormal romance, Into the Darkness, is currently in edits for publication with Soul Mate Publishing.
Please share an excerpt of your book!

“I see you have now become this white man’s whore.” He nodded toward the cabin door. “I thought you had more pride.”
He grabbed her by the arms, lugging her inches from his face. “Is this what you want?”
“One Wolf, this life is my mother’s vision for me.”
“And your nish ki’s knowledge of your life had nothing to do with a white man,” he reminded her.
“One Wolf, let her go.” Chris’s angry voice filled the night air.
“I asked you to do that once, Chris Davis. Did you not refuse?” His eyes never left hers as he roared his resentment.
“White Deer belongs to me now,” Chris stated, his tone livid.
One Wolf threw his head back, a wicked laugh coming from somewhere deep inside him. “White Deer, is it now? Only months ago you could not accept the Cheyenne blood that runs through her veins. Are you telling me now you can accept that blood?”
One Wolf spun her around to face her lover, gripping her shoulders against his palms. “Look at her! Does she belong in your world? She dresses like us. She speaks our tongue. She is her mother’s daughter. She will please her husband as Cheyenne women please theirs. Is this what you want?”
Anguish strained Chris’s face as his eyes fixed on the image he was painting for him. With White Deer in his arms, shoving the truth back into this white man’s world, even Chris couldn’t deny where she truly belonged.

What’s your current WIP? Currently my first in my paranormal series, Into the Darkness, is in edits for publication and the second book for The Cheyenne Bride (The Acceptance Series), Destiny’s Price, is being revised to send into my editor at Soul Mate Publishing. I am also working on a few other projects, Remember, a demon slayer book, and another anthology is in the planning stages.

Do you prefer your men in boxers, briefs, or commando? Mmmmmmmm, well, to be perfectly honest there is nothing more sexy than a man under a satin sheet (red of course), bare chest, leaving me wondering what lies beneath.
And finally, where can we stalk you?

Tell us about the first time you saw the h/h.
Hero: Nichole was the most beautiful woman I’d ever set eyes on. All that dark hair, ivory skin, and those eyes . . . they were so brown they looked black, and the way they looked into my soul . . . it was definitely unsettling. The moment she walked into Pastor Harris’s parlor, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I did, under my breath, have to thank my brothers, who got me into this prearranged marriage business.
Heroine: My nah ko’e, mother to you white men, had told me of the man I would one day marry from the time I was a small child. Imagine my surprise when I walked into the Harris parlor and found the very image of her visions standing in the midst of the room. My heart stopped for a whole minute and guilt ate away at my heart a little more knowing I had never believed her and now here he was, standing before me, preparing to be my husband. I never would have imagined him to be so handsome nor that he could make my heart flutter from the briefest of touches.

What drew you to him/her?
Hero: As much as I was determined to despise Nichole for not telling me about her heritage, I couldn’t. That woman grabbed ahold of my heart and wouldn’t let go from the first moment I set eyes on her. She haunted my every thought, awake or asleep. I couldn’t shake it. And believe me, I tried. But if I had to say one thing in particular that drew me to her, it was her strong will and her devotion to family, that’s two things, isn’t it. Only one other woman I’ve ever known has been such, my ma.
Heroine: I would have to say what drew me to Chris was his deserted soul. It was as lonely as my own. Every time he looked me in the eyes I could feel his need for someone to love him and accept him. Someone to ease the torture of his heart. You’d never get him to admit it, but I do believe he needed me as much as I needed him.

What is your favorite thing about him/her:
Hero: My favorite thing about Nichole would have to be her selfless love and devotion to all around her. My wife is the most giving woman I know. She has brought this attitude to my family, helping all of us to become better people. I couldn’t have found another woman in the whole territory that would have been a better role model for Anna and Lizzi.
Heroine: Chris’s devotion to his family. I grew up an only child, always wishing I had brothers and sisters. To be thrown smack dab in the middle of the Davis clan and seeing my husband interact with each of his siblings, well, this brought back that same old longing. To me there is no deeper bond than family.

Care to share future plans?
Hero: Rebuilding the Bar D side by side with my brothers, wife, and children. I want to leave behind a legacy for my children as my ma and pa did for their children. Of course, this means Nichole and I will need to get busy on more children.
Heroine: Working side-by-side with Chris and his siblings to make the Bar D as successful as it could be. It is funny how once you marry a man, how your dreams of future seem to merge into one.

November 14, 2013

E-Book Giveaway, by Author Becky Lower

Welcome to Cheryl’s place! I’m thrilled to have you here.

Please tell us a little about yourself.

 I grew up between Akron and Canton, Ohio, in a little farming community. I traveled all over the country before finally settling back in Ohio, but now I live in an eclectic college town—still close to farms, but not in the middle of it. I’ve never married since I was too busy traveling, and have no children. So, it’s just me and my rescue dog, Mary, at home every day.  

What is your favorite pastime, other than writing? 
 I enjoy putting together puzzles, be they plot puzzles, word puzzles, jigsaw puzzles, or quilts. If two pieces need to go together, I’m your girl.  

When did you first get the writing bug? 
 I won my first writing contest when I was 12. I wrote reams in my diaries when I was a teenager and worked on the high school newspaper. My journalism teacher in high school told me I had talent and I should consider a career in journalism. But, since I didn’t care for him, I ignored his advice, nearly flunking out of college, since I was focusing on International Studies. I finally accepted the fact that Mr. Tanner knew what he was talking about after all, switched majors, graduated college, and now have some books to my credit. 

Any advice for new writers just starting out? 
Write, write, write. It takes the normal person four books before they write something worthwhile. My first attempts will forever remain under the bed, even though when I was writing them, I considered them wonderful works of art. I know better now, and under the bed they’ll stay. 

What genre or genres do you write? 
 I write contemporary and historical, and like to switch from one to the other. I think it keeps both genres fresh to shake things up like that. I don’t ever want to write the same story line over and over with just new names for my characters. 

Tell us about your latest release(s) 
 Blame It On The Brontes is my debut contemporary. It came about as a result of a class in jewelry making my sister drug me to. The instructor gave us bits of stories about her experiences with sea glass, or beach glass as it’s referred to in Ohio, while showing us how to make the necklaces. I became so caught up in her stories that I forgot about the necklace and began taking notes. I set my story on the coast of Maine, because that’s where my sister lived for many years, and I thought it would be a nice tribute to her, since she’s the one who took me to the class.

Soul Mate allowed me to tell the story my way—as three compelling love stories intertwine around a central theme. Fractious sisters Charlotte, Emily and Anne Bronson, each in her forties, are in Puffin Bay, ME for their mother's funeral. Each is ready to sink her claws into the fortune their mother left behind. But their mother has other plans. Her substantial fortune won't be divided until the trio return to their childhood home and live together for a year.

 It's a request that pits sister against sister but could unite them in a common goal to find the friendship they shared as children, to create a family jewelry business and to win over the men of Puffin Bay. They have a year to figure it all out.

Here’s what one reviewer had to say about the book:

“ I loved the three sisters and shared their mother's hope that they could overcome their differences and bond together as a family. ” 

Please share an excerpt of your book! 
Anne Bronson pressed her foot on the gas pedal, trying to ignore the little red light on the dashboard—the one highlighting the E on her gas gauge. She willed the rental moving truck to make it up the next hill, hunching over the steering wheel to help with the climb. The truck leaned into the steepest part of the incline, its headlights illuminating the crest just as the engine began coughing and sputtering in earnest. No good gas-guzzling piece of crap. Anne directed the truck to the side of the road. There should have been plenty of fuel to get to the house.

If she hadn’t already maxed out her credit card, she would have gladly paid professionals to move her from New York to Maine. But here she was, driving her own belongings north, and out of gas. Her stomach knotted even tighter. Is this the way a NASCAR driver feels when he runs out of gas on the final lap? Anne’s race was bigger. She had an inheritance at stake. Eighteen minutes till midnight. Damn. 

Hauling her purse behind her, she climbed out of the truck. She kicked a tire and let out a half-hearted scream at the damage her instinctive motion caused her black leather Manolo Blahniks. Tapping her fingernails against her teeth, she peered up and down the dark road. No headlights. No life. No sound.

She fished into her purse for her cell phone and stared at it. 

No signal either here in Backwater Maine, of course. With a deep sigh, she wrestled with her old suitcase with its wonky wheel and strapped her oversized purse across her body as she began to climb the rest of the way up the incline. Two miles to the house. She had eighteen minutes to get there. In six-inch heels.

Buy Link for Blame It On The Brontes: 
What’s your current WIP? 
I have another contemporary, The Road To Comfort, coming out early next year from Soul Mate. It’s about an ex-rodeo cowboy named Cyclone Kelley and the damsel in distress he saves from being swept up in a tornado. Juliette St. James is a single mom whose only son just got married, and she’s on her own for the first time, and is coming to grips with being an empty-nester.

My current WIP is another contemporary, tentatively titled Voice Of An Angel, about a young folk singer/storyteller who fakes her own death at 17 and lives a different life for nineteen years, until she gets involved with a nosy newspaper reporter who can’t let a good story go. 

Do you prefer your men in boxers, briefs, or commando? 
I like those boxer brief kind of undies. Enough to show off the goods without being overt about it.

And finally, where can we stalk you?